Page 25 of Sworn to My Heart
He finishes and adds, “Now, you’ll have to face the consequences of what I told you. From this point on, you’re part of the mafia. The only way out is in a coffin,” he warns, and I can’t hold back my laughter, letting it burst out.
Luca gives me a curious look, raising an eyebrow. I quickly respond, not giving him a chance to continue. “What exactly am I joining the mafia as, a whore in your club?” I spit out scornfully.
“You people are insane, but keep doing what you do. I, however, am going back to my tiny apartment now,” I declare asI rise from the chair.
“Are you done laughing?” he asks calmly, unfazed by my declaration. Without waiting for an answer, hecontinues, “You won’t leave this apartment without the close escort of one of my security personnel, only the top ones I assign to you.”
It seems he didn’t listen to a word I said.
“What do you want from me exactly?” I try to calm down and think clearly, figuring out how to get out of this mess.
“You don’t need to do anything. You’re like a sister to Cora, so you’ll stay in my apartment. I give you my word that no one here will harm you ortouchyou against your will. We’ll find a role for you,” he says, sitting back down. I sigh, deciding that this battle is likely lost for now, but I give my final protest. “And why can’t I stay in my apartment?”
“You’re currently at risk because of me. The Bratva have figured out you’re mine, and they’re hungry for revenge. You’re staying here, at least until this mess is sorted out,” he declares.
I could explain to him why I don’t need protection. I could show him my secret. It seems he’s opened up to me about his, and if I understand him correctly, that’s a huge risk he took. But the fear of exposing my secret to him could endanger both me and him, something neither he nor anyone in the mafia could handle.
On the other hand, Luca took a risk by revealing his secret to me, which means he trusts me to some extent. Instead of seething with anger about the situation he’s put me in, I find myself feeling more affection toward him.
But what if he doesn’t accept me? What if it shocks him enough to expose me, I will break and his trust in me would shatter. I can’t let that happen. I relent and nod in agreement. I guess I’ll have to play along.
His expression immediately softens, and for the first time, I see his gentle side. He reaches out and takes my hand, whichwas resting on the table, massaging it in circles. He seems to be trying to comfort me, but his gaze becomes hungry as it falls on my torn romper.
My heart pounds, and my body awakens instantly at his touch. It seems we both understand what we need right now. He stands up from his chair, steps toward me quickly, and lifts me onto the table. His lips lock onto mine in a hungry kiss. The fact that I’m not wearing panties is certainly convenient right now. Luca lifts the torn piece of fabric that has become a dress, revealing my naked body and freeing my breasts from the cloth. His eyes gleam and I take his shirt off.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers, undoing his belt.
As his pants fall to the floor, I reach out, pulling down his boxer briefs in one swift motion, eager and expectant. His large, throbbing erection is right in front of me, and I pause, looking at him, at his perfect naked body, drinking in the sight hungrily.
I lean forward a bit on the table, teasingly letting my tongue trail over the tip of his erection. He responds with a moan that encourages me to continue. I take him deeper into my mouth, playing with my tongue and sucking. His moans grow louder, and in one swift motion, he pulls his dick out of my mouth, grabs a condom from the drawer, slips it on quickly, and pushes it in at once forcefully, making me gasp.
His size fills me, and it takes a second to get used to it. He starts pounding into me with a fierce intensity, claiming me like a wild animal. He grabs my hair, pulling it back causing me to moan his name loudly, my voice echoing in the room. He responds by increasing his pace, each thrust more forceful than the last. His mouth finds my nipple, sucking and nibbling, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I’m dizzy, climbing to my peak, and the release comes quickly.
“Luca,” I whisper his name as my long-awaited orgasm washesover me, my body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He followed right after, both of us panting and flushed. Our eyes lock, a shared look of satisfaction and intimacy passing between us, our breaths slowly returning to normal.
“As I said, you’re mine,” he murmurs in a low, slow voice, his tongue teasing my still-sensitive nipple, sending shivers through my body. He just said I am his? Just as quickly, he bites down hard, and a sharp moan of pain escapes my lips.
“What are you doing?” I push him away, yelling and massaging the sore spot.
He smirks mischievously. “That’s your punishment for wearing that revealing dress at the club and walking around half-naked in front of my brothers,” he says, continuing, “You’re mine now. This body belongs to me.” He points up and down my body, and while my mind rejects his primitive claim, my body seems to respond positively.
“I am not yours, Luca,” I say, trying to appeal to his reason.
“You are mine,” he repeats. I sigh and decide to stay quiet, having already decided to play his game for now.
I scan his body again, biting my lower lip. He is the embodiment of masculinity. Three long, parallel scars run across his muscular chest, with smaller scars on his ribs. The scars have disrupted some of the tattoos on his chest. Yet, they only add to his rugged beauty.
Now that I know who this man is and what he does, why does my hunger for him only grow?
There’s a knock on the door, and I quickly pull the torn outfit down and stand up. Mariano enters without waiting, his serious expression turning amused when he sees us.
“I leave you two alone for a few minutes, and this is what happens…” he teases and laughs. Luca doesn’t seem to care that his body is exposed and I can feel my face redden withembarrassment.
Mariano quickly changes the subject, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Is everything ready?” Luca asks Mariano, who nods in response.
Luca looks pleased with the arrangement, though I still don’t understand what’s going on.
